Having been detained for seeking to leave the police force after six years of service, a policewoman has shouted out from behind bars.
She said, I never saw this coming, I have never thought I’ll be put in detention without interrogation. All I did was try to resign. I have been trying to resign from the Police since last year but my letters were not approved. My boss had called me to show up yesterday 24th of may to meet the Deputy commissioner for an interview. I thought they were finally going to approve my resignation but the only words I heard was that I should be detained to be tried and dismissed. Due to the sh%ck, I couldn’t say anything as the officer led me away.
Later, I heard that I should have begged and cr¥ed but my lack of reaction worsened the matter. I cr¥ed a river after it all dawned on me I have not taken my clothes and shoes off since yesterday. I can’t even change my sanitary pad. My migr@ine is thr%bbing at full speed and my head is about to expl%de from exh@ustion. My mother has called that she has been advised to come and plead that i will continue working. I have been working for 6 years and I think it is fair to let someone go and aid them to leave if they do not want to stay anymore. I have been very easygoing since i was born, this is my first time in this kind of situation. I have always worked in the administrative department, in fact, the religious department of the Nigeria Police.
She continued, I believe in pursuing everything with passion, i always remove myself whenever I think i am no longer giving full attention to a job or career. I don’t know how long I’Il be here for but I really need to sleep. If the women at the provost office had not given me some Paracet@mol yesterday afternoon, I may not have survived until now. I don’t know how long I will be here for but I’Il appreciate a blanket with s@nitary pad. The cold is about to sn¥ff my life out. As I sit here through the night and the mosquitos hum in my ears. I keep talking to them to ask them why someone who could have stamped my letter and put me through on what to do will have me he¥d down and h¥miliated instead. I can’t imagine what my mother will be going through now to hear that her daughter is being detained and she has to come to Ikeja to plead on her behalf. My mother has never had to worry over me before and she has to do it without my dad. I wonder what my dad would have thought if he were alive. He was such a calm person. He always knew what to say. I really want to go home. I don’t know who will read this. My phone will di£ soon. This is a c¥y for help. I want to go home. Find me please Fauzziyah